And the winner is.... not here right now.
The drown of 80s pop making all bob their heads in an almost zomby like state. Cool air from the window and im sinister and want someone to fuck badly. Not making love but i want the passion the sweat and the hands pressed against the wall. basically to get so drunk the morning would (or should) be odd... but i would smile sinister, not in love, but full of lust. I miss a girl named ______. My coreography has begun, one minute done. seven to go. Brad Mehldau really rocks out Nick Drakes river man on piano, and the toe shoes slide on the floor.
portishead is great.
debate the great lake i wont. I smoked again, almost quit. I think i would leave a hot corpse. But all that dirt in the way, all that fucking dirt.hope chris and co make it this weekend. i want weed. i want brandy... oh shit...
thats all.
portishead is great.
debate the great lake i wont. I smoked again, almost quit. I think i would leave a hot corpse. But all that dirt in the way, all that fucking dirt.hope chris and co make it this weekend. i want weed. i want brandy... oh shit...
thats all.